Jiang Man moved quickly, remaining silent the whole time, obviously unhappy with Zhang Xiaoshan's promise in front of the workers.
Zhang Xiaoshan followed behind.
They soon reached the third floor via a staircase.
The room was small, a two-bedroom apartment.
One of the rooms served as Jiang Man's study and office, while the other was her bedroom.
The furniture inside was simple but clean and elegant, and there were quite a few green plants.
As soon as she entered, Jiang Man sat down on the sofa with a stern face.
"Sister Man, don't be angry with me."
Zhang Xiaoshan sat down next to Jiang Man to comfort her.
But Jiang Man burst into Zhang Xiaoshan's arms and began to sob uncontrollably.
"Sister Man, please don't cry, I—I was wrong. You can hit me or scold me, just don't cry."
Zhang Xiaoshan was completely at a loss, apologizing non-stop.
But Jiang Man choked back sobs as she spoke.
"I—I'm not blaming you, I'm blaming myself for dragging you down."